Verse
A#
Well, it's three in the mornin', should be sleepin' in my bedroom
D#
Not sittin' in this cellar like some silly damn mushroom
A# F
My brain is hurtin', I think it just blew a fuse
A#
I've smoked enough cigarettes to kill a camel
D#
Drunk enough black coffee to fill the English Channel
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 2]
A#
I've been writin' this song for what seems like forever
D#
Doin' bad things to my lungs and worse things to my liver
A# F
I ain't got many organs left I can abuse
A#
I'm gonna try to stop writin' songs, I swear
D#
Do somethin' easy like wrestlin' grizzly bears
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Bridge]
D#
Oh, Mama, why didn't I listen to you
A#
When you told me not to be a musician
D#
Oh, Mama, at least I didn't shame you completely
F
And become a politician
[Verse 3]
A#
Havin' trouble with my meter, and trouble with my rhymin'
D#
I wish to God that I was Paul Simon
A# F
That little smartass has more talent than he can use
A#
I try to write my songs deep and esoteric
D#
But they just come out the same old Eric
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 4]
A#
And if I finish this song, who'll appreciate it?
D#
I know the critics are gonna hate it
A# F
They'll roast me like a lamb chop at a bar-b-que
A#
They'll all say, "He's a one-hit wonder
D#
Written nothin' since 'The Band Played Waltzin' Matilda' "
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Bridge]
D# A#
And why do I write all my songs in the key of D?
D# F
Why don't I try another one like -- umm-err-umm --
A#
I think my mind's beginnin' to go
D#
I just found myself wishin' I was Barry Manilow
A# F A#
Oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Instumental]
A# D# A# F A# D# A# F A#
[Bridge]
D# A#
And why do I torture myself the way that I do?
D# F
Be easier bashin' my skull in with a lump of four-by-two
[Verse 5]
A#
I've tried to sing this song in an American accent
D#
I'm told my Scottish burr is too much of a distractment
A# F
At least that's what they say in their reviews
A#
And deejays dishin' out their music valium
D#
Will say, "It's too long, son, it ain't got any drums"
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 6]
A#
So I sit here like a dummy nearly crying with frustration
D#
Songwritin's just an exercise in mental masturbation
A# F
Deserted by that fickle jade they call the Muse
A#
She's out there somewhere laughin' at me
D#
Sayin', "Son, go back to accountancy!"
A# F A#
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Outro]
A# F A#
Oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
A# F A#
Yes, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
- 1. Chord Gitar Eric Bogle - Them Old Songwriting Blues Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar F#)
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